Posts Tagged ‘obsession’

He didn’t set one foot inthe kitchen all day longHe never rolled a Ho Hoor cream filled a Ding DongHis body was as far fromhis work as it could beBut privately his mind wasthe furthest thing from freeThe sandy beach remindedhim of an onioned doughThe sun’s rays were an oventurned high as it could goAnd when those kids played frisbeeand gave it quite a flingHe only saw soar past hima toasted bagel ring